Yesterday evening, after being demolished by my former ATM machine and buddy Marius from Sumi-G and also by my pal Arnie, I decided I need to work on my swing. You can’t bring your B or C game into this group like I have been lately or you’ll be shelling out dollars like you’re at a strip club in Vegas and you’ve had way too many drinks.
I’ve been pulling the hell out of my irons, major. For instance I pulled a sand wedge 30 yards left with a draw yesterday. When I set up over the ball my blade looks closed. Two pals have told me my shoulders and upper body are rotating left of the target at impact, where my hands and swing plane follow. So I have a closed blade and a hard left swing plane. That results in left left left.
I’m happy to announce a victory for me and my Dad in this year’s father/son tournament at his great club. We struggled all day and missed many putts by just inches. My swing was mess and I missed many iron shots badly. We didn’t know it but we were tied for the lead going into the final hole, despite our feelings that we weren’t playing up to our ability level.
Our last hole was a par-5 which we almost reached in two. My Dad chipped from about 10 yards off the green. The ball checked perfectly, then released like a putt. It took the right-to-left break perfectly and softly fell into the cup for EAGLE. I ran up and high-fived my Dad. It was the highlight of our day. We ended up winning the thing by two shots. That eagle made the difference!
This marked one of many father/son tourneys my Dad and I have either won or placed in. We weren’t expecting to win based on how bad we felt about our individual games but we ham and egged it well. These tournaments are very enjoyable for me.
Best Father’s Day wishes to my Dad, who has been all one could ask for in that department.
I’d like to thank my Dad for being a great role model. My role model wasn’t ever Jack Nicklaus or Tiger Woods or some pro athlete. It was and continues to be my Dad.
Thanks for introducing me to skiing, Alta, the Utah Utes, Greek traditions, Southern Utah, Arches National Park, corny jokes, hard work, Dick’s Cafe, writing, being classy, being generous, doing things right, having bushy eyebrows, photography, ghost towns, corny jokes, providing me a good home when I grew up, showing me what being a great host is, being my catcher-coaching me in little league baseball.
I’d especially like to thank my Dad for these these things which have had a huge impact on my life:
Marrying my great Mother (her memory is eternal).
Recognizing that I had a passion for drums and paying for my music lessons for so many years. That started me on an absolutely fantastic life path. I had so many unique and amazing experiences as a professional musician and have made so many great friends as a result, including my lovely wife. None of what I have right now would be here without that seed you planted.
Last but not least, thanks introducing me to GOLF. Though there are times I wish you’d never put a putter in my hands I’m thankful for that first set of Browning Automatic blades. I think there are times when my golf opponents wish I’d never put a putter in my hands either. That is because you and I used to have putting contests in the den when I was a little kid.
And Dad, thanks for the 100’s of rounds of golf and the subsequent quality time we’ve spent together. The last round we played was a true test of patience, capped off with you chipping in for eagle to WIN the tournament for us!
To date I’ve never won dough in a state sanctioned tournament. I’ve taken 1st in many private tournaments and league tourneys. Won a club championship too, but it is a big goose egg in state tourneys. I haven’t played in that many, so it isn’t like I’m 0-100 or anything like that. But I’m 0-for-enough. The tourney I’ve played in the most, and enjoyed the most, is the Salt Lake Amateur. The one I want to play well in the most is this one. I’ve been one shot out of the money several times, after gagging one of the two days. It is very tough to play well in such a pressure situation for two straight rounds. Perhaps I’m putting too much pressure on myself, but I get extremely nervous. I figure those nerves are easier to control with more experience.